[It's the maelstrom again. Except this time instead of confusion and chaos there's a burning, wild focus that does absolutely nothing to quell whatever hormone or instinct possessed Quentin to say she was his. Not to mention he's balls-deep inside her, and the sharp pain of her fingernails cutting into him is doing way more for him than expected.
He grins wickedly down at her and pulls her thigh up from going around his hips to his ribs. Jinx is pretty flexible, right? He can make up for being weaker physically than she is with some good leverage, which he quickly takes advantage of and rocks into her a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper. It's fucking incredible, and he moans roughly and gasps her name.]
"Fuck, Jinx. I'm trying — I want you to come before me, but baby, you better hurry it up because I can't hold on much longer."
[His voice in her head is getting that husky tone again, which really shouldn't be possible considering telepathy isn't affected by physiological changes. But here we are. Honestly, he blames her. Dirty little enabler. He leans down to kiss her, immediately opening his mouth to deepen it. The pace of his hips gradually increases as he starts rambling telepathically, partly to distract himself and partly to drive her over the edge faster.]
"Next time I'm going to fuck you nice and slow. Haven't decided how. Maybe try doggy, if you're into that. It'll be so fuckin' hot, J. Can't decide if I want to see how many times I can make you come or if I wanna edge you a while."
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He grins wickedly down at her and pulls her thigh up from going around his hips to his ribs. Jinx is pretty flexible, right? He can make up for being weaker physically than she is with some good leverage, which he quickly takes advantage of and rocks into her a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper. It's fucking incredible, and he moans roughly and gasps her name.]
"Fuck, Jinx. I'm trying — I want you to come before me, but baby, you better hurry it up because I can't hold on much longer."
[His voice in her head is getting that husky tone again, which really shouldn't be possible considering telepathy isn't affected by physiological changes. But here we are. Honestly, he blames her. Dirty little enabler. He leans down to kiss her, immediately opening his mouth to deepen it. The pace of his hips gradually increases as he starts rambling telepathically, partly to distract himself and partly to drive her over the edge faster.]
"Next time I'm going to fuck you nice and slow. Haven't decided how. Maybe try doggy, if you're into that. It'll be so fuckin' hot, J. Can't decide if I want to see how many times I can make you come or if I wanna edge you a while."